Chasing Her Ghost

She passed right by me, close enough to stay. Her shadow lingered,

then drifted away. I searched for her in dreams that never spoke. In every place we

lay, where silence broke. Calling her name in the quiet of the night.

Chasing her ghost in the fading light. I was someone when she held my hand. A fleeting moment

in a promised land. But love whispered softly, then turned to gray. I was someone,

now I'm fading away.